Wearing Labels

If born on your terms

 

 

A witch

 

Many letters of the rainbow

  too many of you hate

           or mock

           as if respecting humanity

           is so burdensome

           a bare minimum

           that is beneath us all

Including the ones I use

To comfort your wrangling

Of your concept

A digestible me

  Because people like me

Are consumable

           Snackable

           Bitable

           Hittable

           Invisible

           Usable

           Dispensable

 

 

Making you comfortable

Isn’t my preference

 

My pronouns aren’t for you

 

But your comfort

Creates permission

For me

           to stay alive

 

 

Navigating

To exist until tomorrow

Is my biggest job

           My strongest magic

Woven as independence

Never released

 

 

If only you let me be.

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